Summary: One almost uneventful Saturday afternoon a kid with an unstable quirk runs into Kaminari. The next day there are some... Unforseen...side effects.

A\N: I don't know who requested this, but here it is. There will be a part 2 cuz this one's hella short and I just need sleep.

 "Bro," Kirishima wheezed for breath, hands clutching his side's as he continues to run by Bakugo's sides. " I though I was the one who had stasmina, looks like I was wrong. "

The two had been jogging around campus for a good two hours straight without pause. Kirishima's leg muscles burned underneath his weight as he pushed on, Bakugo only panting slightly, the faint scent of Carmel wafting from him. Bakugo normally ran in the mornings every day, eventually he grudgingly allowed Kirishima to join in every other day.

 "Tch, how do you think I lug those damned gauntlets around." Katsuki responded, slightly picking up the pace. 

 Eijiro's phone buzzed. He reached inside the front pocket of his athletic shorts to slide it out. "Hey wait up, I need to see who this is." Kirishima remained jogging in place, Bakugo backtracking to look at the message over his shoulder.

 Kami

Bro something is seriously wrong, help me! 

"The fuck does pikabitch want?" Bakugo grunted.

They weren't jumping to conclusions just yet... Once Kaminari texted him at 3:00 in the morning begging for help, and when Kirishima kicked through the door in haste to get to him, Denki asked if he could help him get untangled from his blanket cacoon.

 Kirishima

Bro, you okay???

It didn't take too long to get a response.

Kami

NO dude, I'm freaking out! 

Kirishima quickly typed back reassurances, asking him to explain what exactly was happening. They both stopped stationary jogging by now, Bakugo whipping out his phone to track down Kaminari's location. 

Ever since the whole summer camp kidnapping incidedent, Katsuki insisted that they shared each others locations constantly in case a new situation like that should arrise. 

Kami

I think a quirk got me or something. I can't explain it, I need u to get over here to make sure I'm not hallucinating or some shit.

 "Pikachu's in his dorm room" Bakugo grumbled, both starting back in an increasing pace to speed back to the dormatorys. It was a Sunday morning, so it wasn't as crowded as it normally would be, only few students lingered in the downstairs area, not sparing the two a second glance as they entered, toeing off their shoes.

 "Morning Kacchan! You two were out for a while!" Midoriya greeted from the couch, looking up from his toast. 

 Bakugo ignored Izuku, instead stomping to the boys side of the building to the elevator. Kirishima smiled at him with a small wave, too breathless from the run to offer up any morning greetings.

 "What the fuck did he mean by quirk?" 

 Kirishima shrugged as he slipped through the elevator doors, Bakugo pressing down on the close button with enough force to break it. "I dunno man, I guess we'll have to see for ourselves. He sounded pretty freaked out though."

 A scowl stretched over Bakugo's face, Kirishima's own lips curling down in worry. 

They speedwalked through the hallway, passing up Iida's dorm, who was no doubt out on his own Sunday morning routine. They stopped infront of Kaminari's door, Kirishima pulling up a hand to gently knock on it. "Bro, open up it's me."

 There was shuffling on the other side of the wood, footsteps padding over to the door frantically. The door slowly cracked open a few inches, the only visible thing being Kaminari's eye. 

 "Open up the damn door sparky, we didn't run all the way here for nothing." Bakugo growled, crossing his arms over his chest. His biting tone didn't fool either of the two, he was definitely somewhat releaved, his overinflated ego would never let him admit to it.

"I-i cant." 

" Are you sick or something? " Kirishima asked, taken back by the high pitched voice.

"No I just-"

Before Denki could finnish his scentence, Bakugo rolled his eyes in annoyance, pushing past the door to gain access to the room. Kirishima followed behind the ash blonde "so Kami whats-"

That was not Denki Kaminari.

What the hell was a girl even doing in Kaminari's room?

The girls features seemed much too similar to Denki's, looking more like a long lost twin then some random girl he would hit on. Long blonde hair, black lightning bolt, golden eyes... Holy shit.

The realization seemed to hit both teens at the same time.

 "Put some fucking clothes on dunce face-"

"Kami bro, is that really you!?"

 The girl in front of them immediately shut the door in front of their faces momentarily, letting them reel in shock. Kaminari reopened the door, now wearing an oversized hoodie and a pair of shorts. "Guys i-i don't know what to do!" He sobbed, small hands clamped over his mouth as far tears rolled down his cheeks.

Bakugo carefully Analyzed the situation in front of him with fiery red eyes. Kirishima blinked a few times before slowly wrapping his arms around his hysterical friend who wailed into his shirt. The red head shared a meaningful look with Katsuki, who nodded.

Bakugo dialed a number on his phone before closing the door for privacy. "Pinky bitch, get Aizawa and get your ass to spark plugs dorm room. And bring-"

Katsuki's conversation faded into background noise as Denki cried, wetting Kirishima's shirt fabric. He didn't mind, instead leading him (her?) To sit on the bed before his (her?) Legs could give out. 

"I-it was that-that kid," Kaminari sniffled, struggling to form the words in his panicked state.

"Shhhh, you need to calm down for me, can you do that?"

" I-i don't know wh-why I'm f-fucking crying! " Denki responded, rocking back and forth with the red head trying to comfort him. 

Kirishima winced in pity, carefully pulling a blanket over Kaminari's now small frame. Then it clicked. The kid from yesterday.

The Bakusquad went on a small trip to the mall, Mina heavily insisting for Bakugo to tag along with them, promising to buy them all lunch if he came. The group usually went out on the weekends, only getting kicked out of a few Wal-Mart's in the process. Aizawa was not happy with that one.

Right when they were about to leave, a kid ran into Kaminari, sending him crashing to the floor in confusion having no idea what hit him. The little boy looked at his hands, then eyed Denki wearily before continuing on his rampage through the mall, not sparing him a second glance. 

They brushed it off as just some punk-ass kid not paying attention to where he was going.

But now, Kirishima realized, that it was in fact not just some punk-ass kid.

Bakugo clicked the end call button on his phone, plopping down onto the desk chair by Kaminari's bed, looking at the helpless scene playing out in front of him. Kaminari seemed to calm down enough to control his breathing, pushing off of Kirishima to wipe his face with his hoodie sleeves.

"Good, you've calmed the fuck down."

" I-im sorry, can you really blame me dude! I'm a fucking girl! " Denki shrieked, covering his mouth when he realized just how high pitched his voice was.

Before Kirishima could calm his friend down again, the door bust open. Mina not even having the common sense to knock. The pink skinned teen bounced in the room with a grin on her face, swinging a plastic bag in her hand.

She frowned when she noticed the girl crying into a sheepish Kirishima's shoulder, she threw the bag to Bakugo. "Kami" she tugged his blonde hair gently, coaxing him out of his position. "Come here hon'" 

She embraced him when he moved to hug her, a look of pure confusion crossing his face. 

Their homeroom teacher was next to enter the room, a well hidden look of concern masked by his flat look. He raised an eyebrow as Mina led the girl out of the room and to the restroom, snatching the bag from Bakugo.

This was sure to be an interesting conversation.